What was easy? Me, horking up a pretty good sized pile of very warm kibble filled wet hork INTO and ON mommy's leather pocketbook again. This makes twice. SCORE!!! She cleaned it all up but has changed pocketbooks for now. A cloth one. I know she hopes I won't hork on THAT because it will be impossible to get clean without ruining it. Heeeee.
Mom loves me, this I know. For she always tells me so.